This is a song about "Left"

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

My buzz is like cocaine

Right now using my left brain

Lady at the frank stand will

Left you bitches there standing idle

Let me rideuntil i get free

Friend after friend left me

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

His ego left bloated

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Take away what ever's left

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

So here i am at the store for some chips

And i'm left for the corrections,